I knew it was coming, since it was 1pm and she was drunk and cuddling with a guy.

So my idea of college was to get away from the drama and childishness in high school... wrong!

I had four roommates, who all seemed amazing when I first meet them. I felt like the odd one out, the only non-white, brown haired girl of the bunch. But I quickly over came my insecurities and settled in to my new home.

The first semester was a bit rocky, as to be expected, a few suitmate problems on frivilous stuff like cleaning. Our problems were solved rather easily, minus the uncalled for crying of the accused "unclean" roommate, when meeting with the RA.

So we went home, things all find and dandy, just to come back for second semester to be a living nightmare. Our fourth roommate was a, for lack of a better work, BITCH!! She had decided to take an 8am class Mondays and wednesdays and a 6 week classes on Thursdays... so for the most part she slept until 1pm on Tuesdays, declaring that she need "her beauty sleep"!

If that wasn't bad enough, the only rule I wanted and set fourth was the fact that I didn't want anyone to have sex on my futon, I wasn't going to so it seemed fair to not want anyone to either. Needless to say everyone agreed to it, but not to soon after, my roomie proceeded to do just that!

I knew it was coming, since it was 1pm and she was drunk and cuddling with a guy, I shouted, not so nicely might I add, to no "have sex on my f'ing futon, or you're buying me a new one"... in all seriousness... I wasn't joking.

I woke up the next morning to her and his clothes strewn around the room and there bodies entwined under a comforted... that morning I wasn't as quiet as I could have been.

After this incident my favorite roommate (now my best friend) and I would wake up every morning to the throughts of how we could make her life hell... since we were rudely awaken to her slamming refidgerator doors and blow drying her hair at 7:30!

But what was the icing on the cake was one day when she was so mad at my fav roomie for vacumming up a mess that the evilness made in our room and proceeded to take her vacum and put it in her car, but told us that we had to pay her for it since it was stolen! What a psycho... right?

Although we haven't seen her in years now... my best friend and I still reminisce of our freshmen year and how it was really one of the best experiences of college... we some times we wish we could go back, just to screw with her again!